Life in the Hostel
I've heard that the period between the entrance to and exit from a hostel is gratifying at many levels. I've also seen and heard how the initial days at the hostel can be emotionally backbreaking for some people. And obviously my story will be a bit hatke and a lot more..well, lets say..embarrassing.[no offense to my family here]!
Conventionally, highly charged emotional scenes precede your farewell. Mine was well, if anything, almost comical.It included scenes of bed wetting[ water from water bottle on the bed, hide and seek with the musambi peels, dysfunctional loo and many more.
The highlight of the day had to be when the 5 of us crammed up in the tiny Maruti 800, and listened to renderings of my sister's favorite songs, romantically sung for my brother-in-law. What was not-so-surprising was the unadulterated happiness on mum's face, and 'Is-this-really-happening' expression on my brother's face.
Unwilling to say goodbye just yet, we stayed there and listened to the songs until dad could take no more. :D
So we bid farewell amicably, on the outside.
I was hit by a wave of sadness when I hugged dad, mom and Varsha, but dad's was most intense! We all took comfort in the fact that I''ll be visiting weekends.
Phase 2: Making friends: Species 1:Absolutely comical and mental. I needed a few extra days to get adjusted, but now All izz well!
Species 2: Well,I'd just like to say, grow up girls! It's the real world, and the immature snide remarks aren't helping anybody.
More updates coming soon
Signing off for now, Fa la la la la la to you!:)
